THE ark of God has hidden strength; Who reverence or profane, They, or their seed, shall find at length The penalty or gain. While as a sojourner it sought Of old its destined place, A blessing on the home it brought Of one who did it grace. But there was one, outstripping all The holy-vestured band, Who laid on it, to save its fall, A rude corrective hand. Read, who the Church would cleanse, and mark How stern the warning runs; There are two ways to aid her ark -- As patrons, and as sons | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH |